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Excerpt | The Giving Tree

And after a long time the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing left to give you - My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone," said the tree.
"You cannot swing on them -"
"I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone," said the tree.
"You cannot climb -"
"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.
"I am sorry," sighed the tree.
"I wish that I could give you something... but I have nothing left. I am an old stump. I am sorry..."
"I don't need very much now," said the boy, "just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired."
"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,
"Well, an old stump is a good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.

Silverstein, S. (1964) The Giving Tree

Excerpt | Blaming The Whiskey

... with a rush of feeling he felt that this must be happiness. As soon as the thought came to him, he fought it back, blaming the whiskey. The very idea was as dangerous as presumptive speech: happiness could not be sought or worried into being, or even fully grasped; it should be allowed its own slow pace so that it passes unnoticed, if it ever comes at all.

McGahern, J. (2002) That They May Face the Rising Sun

Excerpt | Wisdom

“Learn from yesterday, live for today, look to tomorrow, rest this afternoon.” 

Schulz, C.M. (2001) Charlie Brown's Little Book of Wisdom 

Et Cetera | Chinese Ink
Léonard Tsugouharu Foujita, Chat 1929

Léonard Tsugouharu Foujita, Chat 1929

Et Cetera | Marc Chagall
The Summer Season, 1961

The Summer Season, 1961

Excerpt | You

will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realise how seldom they do.

Wallace, D. F. (2005) Infinite Jest

Et Cetera | Raphael Soyer
Woman with Scarf, ca. 1942

Woman with Scarf, ca. 1942

Et Cetera | Z Fitzgerald

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

May peace be with you our dearest Pópo, we miss you dearly x

Excerpt | Summer Wishes

I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling water-weighted hair flow behind us from a dive.
I wish our gravest concerns were the summer gnats.
I wish we were hungry for hot dogs and dopes, and it would be nice to smell the starch of summer linens and the faint odor of talc in blistering summer bath houses ...
We could lie in long citoneuse beams of the five o'clock sun on the plage at Juan-les-Pins and hear the sound of the drum and piano being scooped out to sea by the waves.

Fitzgerald, Z. (1985) Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald

Excerpt | Tea & Honey

"I don’t feel very much like Pooh today," said Pooh.

"There there," said Piglet.
"I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do."

Milne, A. A. (1926) Winnie-the-Pooh I

Et Cetera | Vincent van Gogh
Starry Night over the Rhône, 1888

Starry Night over the Rhône, 1888

Excerpt | 1932

Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it.
Somehow, it was hotter then.
Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning.
Ladies bathed before noon after their three o'clock naps.
And by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum.
The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer.

Lee, H (1960) To Kill A Mocking Bird

Excerpt | Irish Summer Things

It was one of those summers you’re nostalgic for even before it passes.
Pale, bled skies.
Thunderstorms in the night.
Sour-smelling dawns.
It brought temptation, and yearning, and ache – these are the summer things.

Barry, K (2011) City of Bohane

Et Cetera | Ann Wyeth McCoy
Dotted Swiss

Dotted Swiss

Excerpt | I Like You

“I really like you, Midori. A lot.”
“How much is a lot?”
“Like a spring bear,” I said.
“A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.”
“You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, “Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”
“Yeah. Really nice.”
“That’s how much I like you.” 

Murakami, H. (1987 ) Norwegian Wood

Et Cetera | Summer Palette
By Victor Mirabelli, 2016

By Victor Mirabelli, 2016